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The Crush(50)

Author:Karla Sorensen

“Need a bed, need a bed, please,” she whispered. “Now, now, now.”

I righted us again, and she attacked my mouth, sucking at my tongue and digging her nails into my scalp. I caught sight of her bedroom and strode in, kicking the door shut behind us with a violent slam.

I managed not to drop Adaline unceremoniously onto the bed, only because I couldn’t bear to pull my body away from hers. She tugged wildly at her shirt, and I did the same, ripping it over her head, shoving at the black lace bra with my other hand until her arms were free. Adaline stretched her arms over her head, a luxurious sigh leaving her mouth when I curled my back over top of her, pushing her knee against my side while I blew cool air over her nipple.

She was shaking, and I took pity on both of us, hollowing out my cheeks with a long, deep pull of my mouth, tugging with my teeth. Adaline palmed the front of my shorts, and I cursed against her chest, licking the flat of my tongue over her.

This was heaven… it was hell… something balanced on the fraying tightrope right between.

Torture and pain and mindless, keening pleasure, all tangled and knotted together until I couldn’t tell them apart.

“Oh,” she moaned. “Please.”

I yanked her hand away from my hard length, slamming it on the bed over her head. I knelt between her split legs, spreading my hand over the soft quivering skin of her stomach.

Curling my fingers into the top of her pants, I motioned for her to move up on the bed with a jerk of my chin.

“Good girl,” I murmured when she complied instantly.

I’d never wanted to praise someone for the smallest obeyed command, but she rolled her body sinuously while I tugged her pants off, and I wondered how many sides of myself had lain dormant.

I trusted her too.

I trust her with all the pieces of me that no one else got to see.

When her pants were gone, I realized with a pleased shock that nothing was underneath them.

Her legs split open around me again, and I kissed down the rounded edges of her ribs, sliding back up her body until I could sip at her lips and tongue again. My hand coasted down the length of her body, and when I pushed between her legs with my hand, she broke away from the kiss with a gasp. She gripped my wrist, our foreheads pressed together, her back arching, mouth locked open while I whispered against her lips how good she felt, how much I wanted her, how many times I wanted to feel her like this before the night was over.

She was moaning my name, and I glanced down between us, cursing at the vision she made.

If this moment played on a loop in my head for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy fucking man. And I hadn’t even gotten inside her yet.

Adaline panted, and when I pressed my thumb hard against her, fingers curling at just the right angle, she broke on a low, shuddering moan.

I kissed her through it, slow and delicious licks into the sweetness of her mouth. When she regained her breath, her hands sliding over my stomach, I knew I couldn’t wait.

I stood, tossing a condom from my back pocket onto the bed before I pushed my shorts and boxer briefs off.

Adaline licked her lips, eyes widening.

“Not one of my flaws,” I said without shame.

“I see that.” She exhaled rough and hard, unable to tear her eyes away as I prowled over her. Adaline raked her nails up my back when I settled my hips between hers.

But I didn’t want to rush this moment. I wanted to savor it, record in my subconscious how she felt when I slid inside for the first time. We kissed, hands roaming, hers doing more delicious exploration than mine.

Even though she’d already found her release once, Adaline wasn’t acting like a limp, sated participant waiting for more. Her hands were greedy, her kisses deep and wet and hot. We’d both come out of this with marks on our bodies, something I’d never craved before.

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